SRS... Wiki says : "The Nanaimo bar is a dessert item of Canadian origin popular across North America.[citation needed] It is a bar dessert which requires no baking and is named after the west coast city of Nanaimo, British Columbia. It consists of a wafer crumb-based layer topped by a layer of light vanilla or custard flavoured butter icing which is covered with melted chocolate made from chocolate squares. Many varieties exist, consisting of different types of crumb with different flavours of icing (e.g., mint, peanut butter) and different types of chocolate. Two popular variations on the traditional Nanaimo bar involve mint- or mocha-flavoured icing."

I say a Nanaimo Bar is a vile and disgusting coagulation of sugar, particularly the minty one.

Yo! E2 er Yer Galactic Overbearing Twaddle er whatever tha fuck ya call yerself. Piss off eh? Bend over and take Ison up yer ass at megaspeed fer all I care. Flin Flon Fuck You Manitoba style... while the blackflies and skeeters from the land of a billion lakes are bitin yer ass.

Oh, yeah... speakin a blackfly and skeeter country and bendin over, here are the LHs in all their glory and shamne?

Yes, Pat and I are really going to Churchill, Manitoandba in February to study the aurora borealis. I've purchased my longies (lower part), my gloves, my glove liners will rent the parka, boots, and pants. I think I'll get some googles and a good facemask, too.

Let me introduce myself. I am the Galactic Overlord's "evil" twin, the Infinite Emperor, Lord of All Dimensions, Bringing of Joy in Evil, Proctor of the Sniggering Masses, Imperator of All Created and Uncreated.

You may address me as "Lord of this worm, your sniveling and lickspittle slave, (state your name)."

I only deign to post here because my foolish twin has done so. He will be dealt with, as there can be but One. Look to the skies, for what you call "Ison" is in Truth my twin, who is being cast into the flames of you star.

Thursday, Surprise Mum Day, a dozen white and a dozen red roses so Mum could have two vases - living room and kitchen. Then, supper was fresh cooked lobster. Saturday, BDay, three packs of Macedamia nut cookies, two small fruitcakes, two cans of Shediac Bay lobster, a new 4X magnifying glass with LED light, a 600g box of frozen mini-eclaires, and a simply but well stated card. And a lot of hugs, of course. Now... the cookies were her idea. SiL hase been known to bake 120 dozen - no shit, 1440 - cookies and many, many pans of desserts such as Nanimo Bars and the like and various types of fruit cakes. She does this starting in late November. She freezes a lot of these in large plastic containers. BUT, each container contains various types of goodies (and I use that term loosely). Ya know what a cookie that sits in these containers, especially unfrozen, for any length of time tastes like. Kinda like what they are supposed to taste like plus all the other fuckin cookies. When SiL visited on BDay, Mum told her about all the cookies and fruitcake and that Penny SiL needn't bake any cookies for her for Kissmeass. Sly as a fox Mum is.

I must go get some cashews for her. The wind is dry and cold... it's a Blistex here. I know she's cashewless and she ain't goin out so that might perk up her day eh.

Trying to sit still in frigid temperatures is a challenge, and if you have to go to the bathroom at half-time it takes ages to get through the clothing and outer gear to take care of business. You made a wise choice!

ALlen&Heath Audio mixer4, not the cake-batter type. I remember licking those blades when Mom made chocolate frostying. Mmmmhmmmm! But mine just mixes signals, including effects like echoes, reverb and so on, on a number of differe4nt buses. Very fancy on a small scale for home studio use. Only one Auxiliary send, for example, for each channel, where a big operation might have six or seven Aux sends for each channel, so you can blend a select set of outputs for each artist to monitor, for example, And only one FX can be selected at a time, but it can be attached by degrees or not to each channel.

All of which is several steps removed from what I intend to end up being, just a soulful soul with a sole guitar and maybe a few angels singing harmony.

Iffen you bought it new why didn't you yell at the company about the warranty? Once Frigidaire was a good brand, but it would be my last choice these days.

We're talking about a new fridge to replace the Amanna we bought 20 years ago. Probably something in basic white with a bottom freezer. But who knows? We may replace the washer first, since the crick is friz over and that hard water is tough on the clothes.

THE NEW FRIDGE IS HERE! THE NEW FRIDGE IS HERE! It doesn't snap, crackle and pop! The freezer freezes! -19C!!! It's one cubic foot bigger but the shelving arrangement sucks so it isn't as spatially convenient as the 18 cubic feet piece of fucking shit that was taken away BUT this one WORKS! It won't wake me up at night with the snap, crackle and bang and so by piss me off so much that I can't go back to sleep. It won't piss me off every time I open the freezer compartment because there won't be a half inch of frost on everything just a month after I defrost the "frost-free SOB". This is a Maytag. I had a "Frigidaire... leave it there".

The Frigitair was deleivered Nov 23, three years ago. Cost a penny, Cost a lot more pennies in grief.

Well, it's innerestin', I declare, ow the world ebbs and flows. I wanted a little extra dough to buy a studio work table for my audio setup, and just then I gets a long distance phone call that nets me a grand in a month. Unexpected, but perfectly fitted to the moment.

I am going crazy learning how my mixer works. It's a beaut--ALlen and Heath--great preamps--all the necessaries in a small package. Why it's got a recording bus, an aux bus, a main mix bus, and a special effects bus, and you can patch the playback bus into the aux bus and run it through the FX bus. I never seen such a mish mash of routings and tweakings. And that's before we even glance at the software. I swan, it is enough to make a man spin on his tiptoes.

But I am getting my wits around it slowly but surely, enough to use. Somewhere down the road there will be all kinds of recordings coming out.

There will be a schmaltz CD, and an AL Grierson Memorial CD, and a Western Trails CD and a bunch of historical epoch CDs, andf gawd knows what else, plus one or two of my own writings. Assuming my voice holds up and I don't get arthrotic paralygalosis of the zygotic regions.

The Last Guest was me. I didn't realize that I was cast out, alone, cold, and cookieless, to be kicked and abused and eventually to drift to The Fatal Glass of Beer and slide down the Great Chute to Perdition. Alas, I was such a good person Before!

Actually, while it may put you to sleep, very much of that amber liquid will mess up the stages of sleep and you won't get as good a rest. Something I think I tested on my own enough to be convinced of it. You're better off with a glass of apple juice than a dram of Scotch at bedtime if you're going for amber. But water is best.

Guests to the MOAB should use a guest name or sign in. With this many posts we sometimes need a scorecard to tell all of the thousands of guests apart.

gnu, if you invest a few dollars in amber lenses to block blue light in the house in the evening, you might sleep better. Solar Shield over-glasses blue blockers. It's the lights and the television and computer monitors that may make sleep more difficult. Alice told me about this and I bought a pair and am testing them out. Put them on in the evening, maybe around 8pm, and when you feel sleepy, go to bed. Your brain hasn't been exposed to stimulating blue light for a couple of hours and should sleep better. Maybe it would help with the dreams.

Mental health day. Pretty much every day for me these days but not quite the same kinda day... until sleepies as I am not so stressed out when asleep until the nightmares kick in.

I took some of that stress by the horns today. Bought a new fridge. Maytag that qualifies for the Government du Canada 2013 Energy Rigginfriggin Savings. The Province du Nouveau NB will give me $75 toward it. My Frigidaire Leave It There Refrigyouuperator will no longer snap and crackle and bang in the middle of the night and wake me up and cause me STRESS! On Friday at oneish PM, the Maytag will be here and the Friggedupidaire will be toast. $800 plus plus $10 delivery and removal of the old piece of shit plus 13% sales taxed on. Of course, I bought it on sale at $100 bucks off on accounta... u know.

All I gotta do is clean off the half inch of frost on everything in the freezer compartment before I load it into the new fridge. Did I mention Frigidaire is a piece of shit?

Thanks, SRS. I hadn't thought to drop the "i" as it's seldom silent and my brain simply has not be functioning at it's regular 51% lately.

A, nuttin toit sir. I started my three good deeds a day quite a while back and it just so happens the elderly need help more often... something that becomes more apparent to me with each passing day. >;-)

Well, took Mum to the new Target store. No need to go back unless there's a reeeeeal bargain in the weekly flier. Nice wide aisles is all I liked about it. Oh, sure, the sanitary napkins are cheaper when regular prices are compared but I doubt they'll beat Jean Coutu on a sale price.

I went to the Stupidstore but the checkouts were jammed. Whilst headed for the in door, I spied a wet, filthy PC Financial Card in the lot and took it to customer service so one down, two to go. Went to Sobeys and helped a lame woman find eggs and a couple of other items. Two down. I walked all the aisles twice, desperately searching for number three and my back said "ENOUGH! GO HOME!" Helped an old lady learn how to use the automated checkout. Three! just in the nic of time. I was happy. Then, gold! The cart wrangler musta been on lunch on accounta there were two elderly couples and an elderly lady waiting for little carts so I gave mine the the first in line. Then, the pain? I put n outta me mind, sir. I stode to a cart corral, roped 6 small carts and drove em back in. Smiles and thank yous. "Nuttin toit, nuttin toit." says I. Still gotta go back to the Stupistore for frozen Petite-Eclaires on accounta Mum's 87th is Saturday. You guessed it, $9.99, regular $12.99. I AM a smart shopper.

Punning is the sole of wit, Amos. "Puns -- never apologize, never explain", you know. Repent, perhaps, but no apologies or explanations. Never. And no regrets even when you're standing tip-toe in a lake of boiling, stinking, dung heated by the puns you uttered in life, with demons gaily cavorting as they retort with their sharp barbs and jabs insulting every aspect of your sorta sordid past. Just reflect in the mirror of your soul on the pleasure your puns gave to others and you'll realize why you are there.

I had another relative who lived in the Pacific Northwest back when logging was King, Queen, and Ace. His name was Archimedes, but everyone called him "Chi". A third cousin, twice removed, on my father's side. Anyway, the family story is that Chi logged off a helluva lot of trees and one day woke up and never cut another. The company fired him, of course, and he took his turkey on the road. Chi became an early environmentalist, sabotaging high-lines and causing log jams. He got so he loved trees, a true tree-hugger. Among other things. He ended up being treated for venereal dry rot and after he died he was coated with spar varnish and used as a keel on a ferry in the Straits of Juan da Fucka. Never met him, just the family stories.

Poor old Randy. Termites? How sad. Uncle "Peg Leg" Henry Pascal never had a problem with them. His problems were with the cops because he was a rum runner... a bootlegger. He stayed at Gramps house in winter and delivered groceries for Harmers and the Willet Fruit where Gramps was the "shipper" (2ic to the guy that owned the company). Uncle Henry would get 5 gallon cans of "Hand Brand Alcohol" delivered on the CNR from Uppity Canada or from runners off the coast of NB and NS. He would keep the cans in Gramps' back yard and deliver them on a toboggan. He delivered groceries by toboggan under Gramps' employ so that worked well for the bootlegging cover. Great story about the night he had a bunch under a blanket when he was going by the cop shop but never mind that. Better yet, he sent Uncle Chic for baccy one day as he was too drunk to navigate. Chic was about 5 years old. Pegleg tamped a pipe and lit it and got Uncle chic ta put his finger in the pipe whereupon, Chic screamed blue murder. Gamma raced in and that was that. Uncle Henry was out the door, never to return.

Thence came the tale, and song, of Henry Pegleg Pascal. Bereft of his winter abode, he sought refuge in the Queens County Jail. He was successful. He used his peg leg to kick in the plate glass window of the liquor store in Chipman, nb.ca. Drunk as a skunk but smart as a fox. And snug as a bug in a rug with three square a day until spring. And, then, back ta bootleggin.